I'm hurting......
why is it were born to die....... why does life hurt so f*%king bad....... why does it hurt to be happy & hurt to be sad?....... when does this life of hurt come to a holt....... Is this life-less heart of mine, Ever beat with happiness again?......... i don't wan't to cry of pain no-more....... i just wan't to cry of joy &/or laugh/ cry in a happy way....... this sorrow i carry in my head and in my beating chest i can't bare anymore of this life- which feel's a senseless mess......... all i sing from my lip's & through my head is a constant pain......... i'd rather carry my casket in my hand's, then this nagging pain, sorrow, depression, & crziness i feel inside my body & brain.......... so tonight i silently pray for god to take this whole mess of my heart, & mind away.............. I'm ghost..........
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